January 31, 2013 Leave a comment
Living on a sinking ship:
My whole life I have moved around, from one part of our country to another, even from nation to nation in Africa. But, all of my life I have lived, learned and loved in Africa. I saw this great continent as my place of belonging, my place to rest my weary head. A land of brilliant sunshine, refreshing rains, cool oceans, tropical bliss, and wide open spaces.
I have loved the people of every colour, culture and tribe, believing that one day we would live together in harmony, despite our differences, all because we all love this land with such intensity and passion.
I learned of the many wars fought between settlers and locals, the different rule and reign of colonial nations, the slaves, the Voortrekkers, the armies, the Missionaries, all who had walked across these African plains, all who had come here out of love and hope, as well as greed and selfish gain. Our history is rich with struggle, yet all found their place under the African sun.
My hopes all started to trickle away as I learned in recent times that the hope I clung to was a dream, never a reality. This continent does not desire peace, or harmony, or unity. This continent and my nation South Africa desire hatred, murder, crime, greed and war.
This continent does not allow anyone to rest their weary heads and live and dream in peace and contentment.
Their desire for evil this outweighs the desire for good. The people full of bloodlust and selfish entitlement. Though Missionaries have brought the Gospel of Peace and Christianity been preached far and wide, this continent chooses the Evil One over The Prince of Peace.
We are 3rd Class Passengers of this ‘Vessel’:
- Imagine realising that you, your children, born and bred of the soil and toil of your nation, are no longer allowed to live and prosper in the land of your birth.
- Imagine knowing for a fact that every measure was being enforced to disenfranchise and dis-empower your people, your future and those of generations to come.
- Imagine witnessing 1000’s of your people brutally robbed, tortured, maimed and murdered.
- Imagine finding out that your chances of employment and your right to education was being stripped away, leaving your people destitute. Imagine reading about legislation passed that prevented any charitable or social welfare organisation assisting anyone who was left destitute or desperate.
- Imagine seeing reports of your people’s children being statistically the highest target for child prostitution and slavery in the 21st Century. Worst of all, imagine the realisation that this is all at the hand of the government who rules your land, all their initiative and incentive, which they had decided that your people must either flee the land or face certain death.
And then to make it even more unbearable, finding out that the world thought that it was justice well overdue, and you and your people deserved every bit of the suffering and slaughter you were facing and receiving, that no one would even lift a finger to save you as now it was your time to pay, and pay, and pay again for the ‘sins of your forefathers’.
Other nations in Africa had international intervention when genocide spread like a virus throughout their lands, but your land was left to lie in its own blood.
I can’t help but see the similarity of this situation with that of the Jews, having no nation to call home for years, forced to scatter across the world, with no place to call their own, no place to rest their weary heads. They now have their own nation, but at a cost. But, it is still theirs to live and love, to work and play, to fight and struggle for.
South African Caucasians have NO PLACE TO CALL THEIR OWN. No place to go that they can call their own, no place to rest their weary heads.
The world has done a brilliant job of incriminating the ‘white’ minority to such an extent, with the help of course of the Communists, who now rule here, that we are now seen as the blight of the earth.
Our distant cousins from Europe refuse to lift a finger to help us but have completely cut us off, left to die in the dust of death. They take no responsibility for bringing us here, for offering us the opportunity to live and work here for them generations ago.
1000 upon 1000 have fled to far off lands, leaving their families and friends to struggle on for life on a sinking ship, leaving a remnant behind now forecast to be certain of extinction.
Some fight for our cause, taking our plight to as many as would hear our plight, but to date, none have sent out a ‘rescue ship’ for those left behind.
South Africa is a modern day story of the Titanic. The few elite take the few Lifeboats to safety, while the 3rd Class are left to fend for themselves. Everyone said the ship was unsinkable, a miracle man made creation of the modern age. South Africa has been called the miracle nation of Africa. A lavish and opulent vessel, built to endure the harshest conditions, on it’s maiden voyage, hits an iceberg and sinks within minutes. South Africa, a wealthy and self sustaining nation, built to endure and sustain itself, hits a political ‘iceberg’, one that seems puny and of not much magnitude, no one knew what lay beneath the seemingly still and quiet waters. The promise of peace and unity, the seemingly innocuous and benign government, who the whole world thought was heroic and courageous, has become our demise.
While we sink, send off flares, shout and scream, the distant ships look on ignoring our cries of distress, never hearing our constant SOS alerts sent out.
We cry out to God, “Save our souls!”
Will this be the last song sung before we slip into the watery political grave?
Was no lesson learned from Titanic, are we destined to repeat the past and our grievous mistakes?
One last time we cry out, “Lord save our souls!!!”